My best friend is a pen

Sit still,
You will still,
have free will, till,
you kill, leaving an open will,
breath in your fill.

Stand tall, All Y’all
band together, like new brands in the mall,
stormy weather blues,
A weatherman on turntables,
1’s and 2’s, when you were able to use,
Ableton,
Some son, begun making guns for cops,
done taking rum shots,
now he runs the block.

My best friend is a pen,
when it ends I get another,
Like they are caging,
other brothers in the pen,
again, word to your mother,
blend in undiscovered,
organize to get the bread and butter,
or better food in attitude,
than solitude in the gutter,
Hunger strikes make longer nights/
 Suppressed by security in force,
Of course the source, at a cite,
writes to spread the story of the fight,
to ignite

My best friend is a pen,
my enemy is the keyboard on the computer,
making us stupider and bored
of actual conversation,
Re searching what records,
Research in Record Stores,

 Sit still,
You will still,
have free will, till,
you kill, leaving an open will,
breath in your fill

Before leaving your lungs on the window sill,
but were young with no future,
looking for a pill to get a thrill quicker,
pay my bill to the bartender
get a refill and fulfill your splendor,

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